I wrote a poem for Scotland- of sorts.

Oh Scotland you are making it impossible to ever leave! Like a sea, your sky breaks and breathes mists, stormy grey. Shy sun. Employing all manner of means to avoid being known. ย Stooping low to make eye contact, giving us brief shadows, apologizing for getting our hopes up, sinking quickly with a blush. Your austere … Continue reading I wrote a poem for Scotland- of sorts.

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From Deepest, Darkest Kittybrewster: a Poem

From deepest, darkest Kittybrewster*- Comes winter dismal and gray; ย the darkness is upon us and we hope to get away. Herein lies granite, strong and sturdy- forever it will stand; but it ain't particularly purdy- the city a bit bland. The lights come on at 3pm- to help us find our tea; it comforts us … Continue reading From Deepest, Darkest Kittybrewster: a Poem